The Innocent, Yet Profound Question of a Child
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ELLEN MORTENSEN
While visiting our middle son and his family in Lincoln this past weekend, I had an opportunity to share some quality time one morning on the front porch, sipping my coffee with my youngest granddaughter. She decided it would be fun to play a game where she was the teacher and we were her students; and with as much matronly authority as she could muster, she proceeded to ask us each a question.